I don’t know why you always make me cry? Sweet, but harsh transition between art and science and the dichotomy of emotional reality. I so love your writing, it amazes me that you aren’t a renowned, well-sold author. I’m looking for stones that speak to my heart and head.
As an aside, my husband left me a fabulous stone collection, which included rare stone tools from times gone by. I donated them to a museum here in Africa, but I kept a few for myself and the memory
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Iknow, crazy huh? But I guess hearts are everywhere in nature! In puddles, leaves, trees and rocks - why not? It's kinda a circle with an indent, in the end...
So there’s a soft vein running through the hardest rock. Wow, what a premise for a poem, love hidden in form and shadow. Haha, totally beautiful and ridiculously romantic. Kiss 😘😘💯🤗💓💕😍💕
I’ve got a few ancient stone tools left - and I’ve sent them, with love, to you (featured over a cup of virtual coffee, see the rose quartz and the Tsumeb dioptase. He also collected shells, which I thought you might like, so I threw them in, too)
Am I missing something about your husband here and his absence? Sorry I dont know the story.
Those stones are lovely. Isn't it funny how very cold, inanimate, very old objects can tug at the heart too? I have a fossil ammonite I found on the first day of our life together and I swear it would be the first thing I would save if the house burnt down.
Thanks for your compliment... Maybe one day I will find a story or the perseverance or cleverness to write something longer and worthy of a bigger audience!
Hope that you never have to choose what to save first.
Yes, old things, even cold ones, have character💯💐
